White Women Rule by Frankie Dawson

At the Motorcycle Group that I belong to and have been a member for a long time over 5 years, it is typical of the hierarchy of the military. They think I want to integrate their facility…

I still thank the men and woman that were brave enough to be on my video. I promise them when this is over, they will be heroes.

This big overweight, gray haired, white woman who seldom bathes rules with an iron fist, there.

She wants to make sure I don’t fuck any of the bikers. I laugh because she wants me to leave. Sorry, bitch, maybe she’d better check their dicks to see if any of my viginal juice is present. (In Texas or the south, you don’t talk to white women that way, especially a black bitch like me. ) She starts breathing heavy when I’m around. I’m sorry lady, your days of leadership is over. Fear will make you sick. I have been told by the Holy Spirit there is a spirit of Witchcraft in the facility. I rebuke that spirit, in the Name of Jesus.

Proverbs 26:27-28 The Message (MSG)

27 Malice backfires; spite boomerangs.

28 Liars hate their victims; flatterers sabotage trust.

2 Peter 2:13 Their evil will boomerang on them.

There are other white women bikers that like to sit in back of me, out of my glance. I don’t know why they are always fat. You think it might be jealousy or fear? Now you say, Why don’t you leave? The word has gotten around, I’m blackballed, shutout. Thank Jesus.

Before the overweight white woman, they had a younger white secretary that ruled but she left when her husband hit me in the back, a while back. He, her husband, was afraid because I challenged the “secret bigots” that rode bikes. To be fair, they are not bigots. They are white trash that hate, they are in fear, poor thing. Why is everybody afraid of Niggars?

Isaiah 43:1 “Don't fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine.” 

I’m telling you the military is running this country, with white women pulling the strings or maybe the dicks. This man was Mexican that hit me in the back. He was scared. We were about to be in a parade that November. And here I was a Niggar challenging them, these bikers from another state. They were sent there to frighten me since I was the only Niggar riding with them, but to be fair, there were black men with them, I wonder why the black men were never present when they opened my legs in Little Rock, Arkansas. (get the book, “I AM VETERAN” for details)

They have tried to get rid of me for a long time. The last time I worked in the kitchen; I didn’t sell a lot of plates, they kept a man on the premises incase I hurt one of their white women(it had been put out I was hitting old white women). There is a hugh grapevine for white and black veterans. I never got in on it.

They, the white men would secretly hit me when no one was looking, I suffered this, especially in churches. I will expound on this later.

A white man can really give you that hate look when his white women are around. Maybe that’s the reason I can’t see the “whites of his eyes” when he’s eating my pussy.

I call that hate look, the evil eye. The evil eye is a curse or legend believed to be cast by a malevolent glare, I would always get that look when there would be two or more white men together, like they were supporting each other.

When these same men are around me, they intimidate with fear. Shit, they scared me when they came running around with their little guns showing, from door to door in my neighborhood. You know it’s free reign to kill a Niggar, especially a female, in Texas.

It’s all about economy. Even my black ass relatives making big money in the government turn their heads. My brother and sister-in-law used to taunt me with, “You’re just the devil”. They never told me why. And you know, I really don’t know how they could help. They have no power.

“Hey, we finally got our big houses and fine cars, don’t come fucking up our retirement and easy living with your civil rights shit. We got ours. We believed in Dr. King, and what he said, it’s our time to collect. Git back Sister, it’s our time. “

So, really, I’m alone. But I do have Jesus.

Once you know I’d been raped, assaulted, persecuted, so what?

I ask you, Lord, “What was it for? Why me?

James 1:2-4

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

Psalm 91:11

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.

Romans 8:18

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

Lord, they say I’m too raw, too real. I shouldn’t cuss. Lord, these fucks want to kill me!

Psalm 105:15

Touch not Mine anointed ones, And do My prophets no harm.'

Luke 21:18

There shall not an hair of your head perish.

John 15:16

You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit—fruit that will last.

Frankie Dawson’s Proclamation

My wrists red from a lost struggle

My panty hose ripped to shreds.

My vagina on fire due to forced entry

Hot semen oozing through my pubic hairs..

Easing down the inside of my thighs,

Sticky, warm, unwanted, burning

But I get up, stand right next to you, soldier,

and continue my assignmnet, because

I am Veteran.

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